Carnivals and Magic Sing Cannibals

It was actually just more or less five days ago when I was in hyper mode. I was so jubilant, and giddy, and squeaky I felt I just overdosed from drugs. But before you ever think of me that way, here’s the story.

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DECEMBER 17. SUPER LATE POST. Wednesday. At 10 in the morning, I jogged my ass to Araneta Center, Cubao, to find some present for my UP MCO monita. I was so dumb at choosing some stuff I ended up buying a girlie book, since she’s… a GURL.

150 What? 15 Hours What?

The first week of school wasn’t really that of a blast. It bored me actually, that I didn’t have the pulsing electrolytes to get me workin’ warm. It was so different without actually reprimanded to do something like making anything useful out of nothing. I’ve actually got a group report and acting workshop later in which I didn’t invest proper aura. Well, good luck to me.

K6 at DQ

To add, I indolently haven’t bought notebooks for school, like I’m stuck with like writing and doodling on any (available) clean sheet of paper stashed in my shoulder bag. I’m a destitute, you know.